The night air was sharp against Eclipse's skin as she slipped through the back garden of the mansion, the mission already sealed behind her. The moon hung low, hidden behind thin clouds, casting the streets in soft silver as she quietly peeled off her gloves, tucking them into the inside pocket of her jacket.
She moved quickly, her boots silent on the pavement as she ducked into a side street a few blocks away. There, hidden behind an abandoned bakery, her motorcycle waited, tucked under a dusty tarp and wedged between two crumbling walls.
Eclipse threw the tarp off with a practiced sweep of her hand. The bike was black, lean, and silent, specially modified for nights like this. She swung one leg over and sat astride it, breathing in the familiar scent of oil and leather.
